Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1843

Carol didn't even know who to hate anymore. If only she could bear to let Felix meet his maker, that very moment he leapt, she wouldn't be so distraught, so pathetically begging for time to rewind.

How could there be such a despicable man in this world, one that could make your skin crawl?

She fell silent; it seemed anything she said would be superfluous.

The helicopter made its way towards the Greenfield Hotel, and Carol's mind was a scrambled mess.

That she hadn't gone mad or fainted was a testament to her sheer willpower.

Upon landing, a stylist touched up her appearance while Felix was whisked away to change into a fresh suit.

As she was led onto the red carpet, her mind was still in disarray.

She had no idea how someone else might have resisted in her place; she simply lacked the energy.

So tired, as if she might fall asleep any second.

But that last shred of strength kept her awake. She couldn't sleep.

When he took her hand, she didn't even have the strength to pull away.

When they approached the hotel entrance, the anxiously waiting guests erupted into applause.

Carol barely saw their faces; she numbly allowed him to lead her by the hand, and walked slowly onto the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The emcee said something, but Carol didn't listen; her eyes were vacant.

Felix answered for her, "She's willing. No more questions, please."

The murmurs below quieted for a moment before the guests began to whisper amongst themselves again.

Carol watched Felix shamelessly interact with the emcee, watched his smile, and suddenly had an urge to slap him.

But her fingertips merely twitched before falling limply to her side.

Then she saw Abner sitting nearby.

Her pupils dilated, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Felix moved closer to whisper to her.

"The affidavit was delivered to the police last night; he's been released. I've purchased an estate near the Miller family's villa. He'll live there from now on, with a full-time doctor to look after him. You just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby."

Carol's eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him.

An affidavit?

Felix had drawn up an affidavit?

She forced a smile, looking away, clearly unwilling to engage with him.